Billionaires Don't Love

. He was dressed in black shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and black suit trous

him, trying to lead him to his regular section. He was a regula

drink at the bar" he waved the g

in the bar. It was barely six pm and was defini

gold, and any other precious stone he could find during his travels. It was after his retirement that he decided to set up a jewelry store and museum to display his arts and precious stones.

t of the bar counter. He let his eyes wander around the bar, it was a b

picked the shot and downed it all in one gulp, letting the drink burn down his

Mercedes AMG CLS 53 that was parked outside

minutes at the huge headquarters of t

Automobiles, he readjusted his suit an

ted, facing the beautiful secretar

on the third floor. Mr. Brook is expecting you

ardroom. Brook Automobiles was one of the biggest companies in th

s and so far, he had done a great job in maintaining the company's record. Standing outside the boardroom, Jack wiped away

d the door and stepped into the room. He was slightly overwhelmed by the number of faces that turned to h

at lasted for over two hours. Brook and the management tea

ok." He thanked for

-old man. He was a business administrator and consultant and owned his private firm before he

to grab a drink. He needed to clear his head. Together, they walked outside the office building to

e biggest in California. It had a clubhouse and casino in it. The identity of the ow

making it a bit difficult to see the faces of the people inside. Slow sensual music bla

ores trying to get their attention and soon, they were at the t

n that stopped mid-thigh and hugged her body perfectly, her hair was blown straight and fell to her shoulders. From his